Chapter 5: Remember?
Hi everyone. Thank-you to everyone who reviewed. It makes me happy that you like my stories. One note; on my previous chapters, the dreams were supposed to be in italics, but it didn't copy like that. Just to let you know. Anyway.let me know if you like this chapter.
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Jason was momentarily paralyzed when the women from the restaurant fainted, right after calling him Chandler. Chandler. The name was almost familiar in his mind. Maybe it was from his past. No. He told himself, shaking his head. He couldn't think about this right now. He had to help her.
Jason went quickly into action, checking her pulse and making sure she was still breathing. Someone brought a blanket over, which was placed down on top of her, and someone's jacket was improvised as a pillow.
Even though he was determined to concentrate on the task at hand, Jason found his mind wondering. Who was this girl? She seemed so familiar to him. Like he knew her. For the first time in two and a half years, Jason felt a glimmer of hope, as two and a half years ago, he had woken up.in the hospital.
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His eyelids felt heavy, as he struggled to open them. He wondered briefly why he felt so exhausted, but the thought was quickly put aside while he worked on focusing his now open eyes. At first everything was fuzzy and unclear. His depth perception wasn't working and everything seemed to be moving slightly. He took a deep breath and surveyed the room.
He could see a bit better now and as he looked around he saw a whitewashed wall with a single, large window on one side of the room. The drapes were closed and he could not see what was outside. On the other side of the room he saw a door. It was half opened. He heard talking and a women, dressed like a nurse walked in.
"Well," she said when she saw he was awake. "It's good to see your eyes open. We were beginning to worry about you."
He was confused. "W-where am I-I?" he managed to get out. His throat was very dry.
The women smiled. "I'll be right back," and she left the room. Only moments later she reentered his room with a glass of water and a doctor.
"Here, take a sip," she said. He did and asked again.
"Where am I?"
"You are in the hospital," the doctor answered. "Do you remember what happened." He searched his memory, but it was fuzzy. He shook his head.
"You were in a plane crash, six months ago," the doctor told him. He signaled for the nurse to leave the room.
"I'm Dr. woods," he offered. "Can you tell me your name?"
Again he shook his head. He couldn't remember anything.
The doctor looked disappointed. "I was dreading this would happen."
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Jason sighed and returned his attention to the unconscious women in front of him. She was so familiar to him, like a word you just couldn't put your finger on. He was reminded of a recurring dream he had had for a year after waking up in the hospital. He was fighting against something, he never really knew what. It felt like a strong water current, but there was no water. As he struggled he would get closer and closer to a figure, which would slowly take form. He would see dark hair and, but every time the face began to focus, he lost the fight with the current and was swept away. Then he woke up. It was the same dream every night. He still had occasional, now, 2 and a half years later.
He and the women's boss carefully moved the girl to a small, quiet room, and set her down on a couch. She was very pale, but seemed to be breathing fine.
"Do you know her?" the boss asked.
Jason hesitated. "I- I don't know. You see, I woke in the hospital 2 and a half years ago, after being in a 6 month coma. Apparently I had been in a plane that crashed shortly after leaving Toronto. I had no memory and no ID."
"You never found out who you really were?"
"No."
"Well, then you could very well be the Chandler she is talking about." He paused before going on, contemplating how much he should say. "Monica's fiancé disappeared on his way to a work trip, three years ago. They never heard from him or found a body, or even a shard of evidence."
Jason didn't know what to say. He was overwhelmed. Was he this Chandler that had disappeared? His thoughts were interrupted when Monica began to awake.
A/N: So, what do you think? Sorry it took so long for this chapter. ( Anyway, I was checking my reviews and first of all thank-you to everyone who has reviewed. Also, thank-you to whoever told me to change my settings to allow everyone to review. I didn't realize they were set that way and I will change them as soon as I figure out how (which, knowing me may be never). One last note. I discovered that I am an idiot. I just relized that I named this story TOW Wallet (the one with wallet). It should be TOW the Wallet. Anyway, look for the next chapter soon.
Hi everyone. Thank-you to everyone who reviewed. It makes me happy that you like my stories. One note; on my previous chapters, the dreams were supposed to be in italics, but it didn't copy like that. Just to let you know. Anyway.let me know if you like this chapter.
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Jason was momentarily paralyzed when the women from the restaurant fainted, right after calling him Chandler. Chandler. The name was almost familiar in his mind. Maybe it was from his past. No. He told himself, shaking his head. He couldn't think about this right now. He had to help her.
Jason went quickly into action, checking her pulse and making sure she was still breathing. Someone brought a blanket over, which was placed down on top of her, and someone's jacket was improvised as a pillow.
Even though he was determined to concentrate on the task at hand, Jason found his mind wondering. Who was this girl? She seemed so familiar to him. Like he knew her. For the first time in two and a half years, Jason felt a glimmer of hope, as two and a half years ago, he had woken up.in the hospital.
* * * * *
His eyelids felt heavy, as he struggled to open them. He wondered briefly why he felt so exhausted, but the thought was quickly put aside while he worked on focusing his now open eyes. At first everything was fuzzy and unclear. His depth perception wasn't working and everything seemed to be moving slightly. He took a deep breath and surveyed the room.
He could see a bit better now and as he looked around he saw a whitewashed wall with a single, large window on one side of the room. The drapes were closed and he could not see what was outside. On the other side of the room he saw a door. It was half opened. He heard talking and a women, dressed like a nurse walked in.
"Well," she said when she saw he was awake. "It's good to see your eyes open. We were beginning to worry about you."
He was confused. "W-where am I-I?" he managed to get out. His throat was very dry.
The women smiled. "I'll be right back," and she left the room. Only moments later she reentered his room with a glass of water and a doctor.
"Here, take a sip," she said. He did and asked again.
"Where am I?"
"You are in the hospital," the doctor answered. "Do you remember what happened." He searched his memory, but it was fuzzy. He shook his head.
"You were in a plane crash, six months ago," the doctor told him. He signaled for the nurse to leave the room.
"I'm Dr. woods," he offered. "Can you tell me your name?"
Again he shook his head. He couldn't remember anything.
The doctor looked disappointed. "I was dreading this would happen."
* * * * *
Jason sighed and returned his attention to the unconscious women in front of him. She was so familiar to him, like a word you just couldn't put your finger on. He was reminded of a recurring dream he had had for a year after waking up in the hospital. He was fighting against something, he never really knew what. It felt like a strong water current, but there was no water. As he struggled he would get closer and closer to a figure, which would slowly take form. He would see dark hair and, but every time the face began to focus, he lost the fight with the current and was swept away. Then he woke up. It was the same dream every night. He still had occasional, now, 2 and a half years later.
He and the women's boss carefully moved the girl to a small, quiet room, and set her down on a couch. She was very pale, but seemed to be breathing fine.
"Do you know her?" the boss asked.
Jason hesitated. "I- I don't know. You see, I woke in the hospital 2 and a half years ago, after being in a 6 month coma. Apparently I had been in a plane that crashed shortly after leaving Toronto. I had no memory and no ID."
"You never found out who you really were?"
"No."
"Well, then you could very well be the Chandler she is talking about." He paused before going on, contemplating how much he should say. "Monica's fiancé disappeared on his way to a work trip, three years ago. They never heard from him or found a body, or even a shard of evidence."
Jason didn't know what to say. He was overwhelmed. Was he this Chandler that had disappeared? His thoughts were interrupted when Monica began to awake.
A/N: So, what do you think? Sorry it took so long for this chapter. ( Anyway, I was checking my reviews and first of all thank-you to everyone who has reviewed. Also, thank-you to whoever told me to change my settings to allow everyone to review. I didn't realize they were set that way and I will change them as soon as I figure out how (which, knowing me may be never). One last note. I discovered that I am an idiot. I just relized that I named this story TOW Wallet (the one with wallet). It should be TOW the Wallet. Anyway, look for the next chapter soon.